Citrus

Candied apple smells like autumn's most indulgent fantasy: imagine biting into a crisp, juicy apple, then immediately encountering a sticky caramel coating mixed with subtle spice. There's the bright, slightly tart top note of fresh apple skin, followed by creamy sweetness reminiscent of toffee or burnt sugar. It's nostalgic—conjuring fairground stalls and childhood treats—with an underlying woody warmth that prevents it from becoming cloying. Think less "realistic fruit" and more "delicious confection you'd find at a carnival."

Woody

Musk is the scent of warmth itself—imagine the gentle heat radiating from skin after exercise, mingled with soft suede and a whisper of vanilla. It's deeply intimate rather than floral or sharp; think of wrapping yourself in a cashmere blanket warmed by the sun, with a faint animalic undertone that's almost imperceptible. Pure musk has a powdery, almost imperceptible sweetness, like the inside of a lover's wrist or the comfort of well-loved fabric. It doesn't announce itself boldly; instead, it envelops and lingers on your skin like a second layer.